Aren't you a bit too perfect?
Aren't you a bit too perfect?
Husband couldn't fill that hole
You had my food, now you have me
I want performance, not excuses
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Will you still call me after?
Your holes want it
Let me guess, you want them
Let the pussy feel neglected
You can't and will not escape
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
So you never had real pussy before?
I texted your mom to let you stay longer